I just went up and down the entire main street in my neighborhood saying “Meese pants” over and over again.
|Exhibit A: Edwin Meese wearing pants|
The errand started with me going from shop to shop holding a clothespin up to each shopkeeper and asking, Misy? (Pronounced “meese.”) Do you have this? Along the way, I learned that they used the French word pince (pronounced “pance”) for clothespin.
Me: Misy pince?
Shopkeeper: Tsy misy (nope).
I finally scored some clothespins. They look like they were made from melted red and orange crayons.
|Laundry day saved from the jaws of defeat.|
By the time I got home, I had convinced myself this would make a fascinating story.
I think I was wrong about that.